My One and Only ?

Chapter Two

I breathed a sigh of relief as I opened my eyes and glanced at the clock. Thank God i wasnt late again or else Mrs. Ernstwell would have eaten me raw and alive.

Yes, that's how rude she was for some unknown reason.

I quickly got out of the bed and showered. Satisfied with my looks fifteen minutes later i went down for breakfast. Dad had some pancakes ready for breakfast.

I happily shoved them in and made my way to the school.

Once inside the school i felt the familiar rush within me. It was the urge to run.

Run... How I loved running... just for the feeling it gave you... It calmed you down, it relaxed you... Running was the best time to make decisions.

Running made you stronger, and running tested you. Running was/is my best getaway and I have been doing it since I dont even remember. I professionally started running

around two years back and I love every second of it.

I went to my locker and shoved my books inside. Dreading the ever so rude teacher's English class I slowly made my way to the class. 

Once in my class the hatred towards the teacher was long forgotten. I greeted my friends as I made my way to the seat in the middle. I didnt like sitting in front

for the obvious reason that you couldn't sleep and I hated sitting on the last bench for it drew unecessary attention of the teachers. 

"Hey Melissa! Ran much?" Jake said, recognizing the look of sheer frustration on my face.

"Shutup Jake. You know how much i detest this class!" I said, frowning yet again.

"Make that face and it'll get stuck like that!" he said, with a smirk on his face.

"Saying that for yourself, eh?" I said, sticking my tongue out.

Jake was the typical jock only escaping the meaningless arrogance. Lincoln High was famous for it's excellent football team, and so the team was proud, inclusing Dan.

Yes he was a player, but he rarely hurt anyone. He had his flings but he always decently broke up before hooking up with someone else and for this he got all my

respect.

Jake and I had been in the same school since kingdergarten and we were also family friends so he and I were pretty close. We weren't the best friends type close 

but yes, close. And we could count on each other.

Just then a bunch of cheerleaders entered the class. If there is anything else that Lincoln High is famous for, it is the snobby cheerleaders. And by snobby I dont

 mean only arrogant, but also traits like sassiness, pretentious nature, pompous and rude. Company to die for, I am sure!

"Oh, look the runner isnt in her usual sweaty sweatpants and sticky hair!" One of them said in a very mocking tone pointing a finger at me.

Long gone were the days when I would really bother about the things they say about me.

"Oh look someone is still their usual fake self!" I muttered and got up from where i was sitting and stormed out of the class.

I heard the cheerleader mutter the word 'bitch' behind me as i walked off but I didnt really give a damn.

I walked down the hallway totally pissed when I got knocked down by a guy taller than me. I didnt really get to see his face as I sat down on the floor all the

more angry.

"I am really sorry" The boy said, actually sounding guilty. But i was too annoyed to acknowledge his apology and look at his face. I went back to the class